Shut up and dance

When will people learn, you've got rock your body, you can't expect to just show up and dance. You've got to feel the rythm, and you have to be able to feel the music. What is dance? Nothing more than a set of rythmically in-tune motions that flow with a certain beat or groove of a piece of music.

You want to lean how to dance? Go watch some Brazilians, those kids can dance. The samba boys, that's what their called, and let's be honest, they can dance like nobody's business. The kid's are sick as hell! I honestly learn more from them about rythm than I have leanred in twelve years of music class.

It's funny because they say in order to be good soccer players, you need to be a good dancer, it helps with balance obviously, but there is more to it, good dancers have this rythm about them, just like good soccer players, you can see it in their body language, and in the way they carry themselves. They're carefree, and you can tell it in their stride, they walk about without any kind of stress, it's like nothing gets to them.

Damn I wish I could do that, how great would it be to not have to be worried about anything? Just shut up about your problems and go out there and dance, incredible... who wouldn't want to do that? Even when they're injured, they dance better with one leg than I do with an entirely healthy body. I guess the saying is true though, just dance like nobody's watching. Haha, there's and image for ya!

I can picture it now, Project Pat dancin' up and down the halls of the buildings on campus, haha okay well maybe after a few pints, but lets be honest, that wouldn't be a pretty sight.

Speaking of dancing, how about the new girl on campus? The new dancin' chick, that's pretty wicked, althought she sparked quite a debate, and honestly i think that was her intent, o well, job done, and if it makes her happy then why not? But anyway, what can ya do... She does what she does and at least she does have the guts to go out and dance.

Wellllll I think that's about all I can say about dancing, so my advice to anyone reading this... GO OUT AND DANCE LIKE NO ONE'S WATCHING!!!!!!!!

Losing my mind

Seriously, I am going off the deep end! One week left, and where the hell did the semester go? Um last week it seemed like I was showing up for preseason, now, um besides the fact that I probably just played in the biggest game I’ll ever play in, the NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP, I can’t focus. I have too much to do, I’m seriously going crazy… I was soooo preoccupied and worried about school this weekend I couldn’t enjoy what should have been one of those moments you never forget because let’s be honest, two teams out of 176 get to do what I should have been enjoying this weekend. And yes, it is 5:30 am right now on Tuesday morning, and I’m still up, Haven’t slept in close to 24 hours. Prolly won’t either, It’s gonna be two solid weeks of trying to catch up, because let’s be honest I’ve been on the road from Wed-Monday for the last 7 weekends. WTF?????? How do you get work done with a schedule like that?????

Well, time to move on to a new project, sorry, just needed to vent… g’night all!

Cops and Robbers

The ski masks were passed out, the gloves on tight, the black eye camouflage was spread a plenty; everything was in place. Everyone was ready to go. There was nothing left to do now but say the magic word.

The lot was empty; the security cameras had been turned off. In the room stood 12 men, ready to accomplish one simple task, take the money and run...

The guns were sitting on the table in the middle of the room, the money was scattered everywhere. Off in the distance, you could hear it, the fear in the room was palpable, there were nearly here, almost time, the cops were baring down faster than anyone hand predicted.

Panic gripped the room. No one knew what they should do now. The leader, and aptly named Robber number 1 had left them, he fled away, leaving the guns, cash, and glamour behind. The other 11 where in it for the long haul. There was no running now, it was time to face up to what was going on. Here they came, locked and loaded, it was time to go. “Ready, steady, easy boys…” the door opens… “let ‘em have it!”

Sammy's lucky Tag

John didn’t know any better, he was only a wee pup when it happened, but boy o boy were his owners mad when he did it.

He just couldn’t understand why his owners were so mad, all he thought he was doing was chewing on some paper. How was he supposed to know what it was. He thought it was just a stupid tag off a piece of furniture. He gripped it in his teeth, and all of the sudden, Jimbo and Janice were screaming and yelling!

Poor Sammy, he had no idea what to do now. There had to be some way he could make it up to his owners while they were gone. He began to search the house, but his search ended in vein. There was nothing he could do, unless he learned how to mop the floor.

Stupid paper, why couldn’t he have just left it? Then none of this would have happened. Sammy sat in the corner waiting for his owners to get home and punish him. He still couldn’t see what they were yelling about; all he did was tear a stupid piece of paper off the mattress. He thought he was helping them out; the tag looked like it would have been itching and irritating.

He was walking over to show them the tag when Jimbo took it from his mouth and started hollering. Sammy didn’t know what the tag said, but Jimbo ran out of the house screaming for Janice, and then they both jumped in the car and took off. Sammy had no idea what the word said, all he could remember was seeing a bunch of “0” with some sort of S shaped sign at the front of them. There was one word at the top, something Sammy had never seen before “WINNER”.

The Castle to be built

Billy Bob Rolston was packing for his climb up Mt. Wannachucka. He had been preparing this expedition for ages it seemed like. He had carefully packed his climbing gear, camping equipment, and his survival pack. He was set to go.

Before heading off on his trip, he checked his camera equipment one more time. You see, Billy Bob’s trip up the mountain was not just any old trip. It was one that would change history for ever. Billy Bob was in search of the infamous Flying Fox. He would find it and take pictures which he would publish in his magazine, ‘Dem Creatures of the wild.

Two days into his expedition, his dreams had come true. He awoke that morning to find that gracefully soaring above his head was a magnificent flying fox. However, to Billy Bob’s horror, the fox was not a gentle peaceful creature like he thought it was. The fox was the size of a mythical dragon, huge towering wings, and teeth shaper than anything Billy Bob had ever seen.

In a state of shock and fear, Billy Bob threw on his skies and started down the mountain. However, it was too no avail, as the flying fox left its perch on the snowy summit, and chased down Billy Bob. Billy Bob’s expert skiing skills were no help, the flying fox devoured him in one gulp. With Billy Bob dead, and his pictures unpublished, no one will ever know about the secret location of the Flying Fox, on the Snowy Summit of Mt. Wannachucka… or will they?